Dreams

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I jolt awake suddenly. I feel hot and sweaty and out of breath. I feel Mattheos arm around my waist and feel him move in his sleep. I quietly get up and go to the bathroom.
I look in the mirror, my eyes are puffy and my hair is a mess. I comb the loose hairs down with my fingers and splash water on my face. I feel Mattheos arms around my waist. I dry my face off.
"What are you doing up?" I ask slightly concerned and confused

"I could ask the same thing" He says back

"Nightmare" I say

"Aw," he says and kisses my neck "Want to talk about it?" He asks

I shake my head no

"Okay, if you change my mind you know I'm here" he says and I nod in response

"Do you want to take a walk?" I ask

"It's 2am love.." he says confused

"So?" I ask  and smile

"Okay, come on" he says

We put on our shoes and walk out of my dorm. We walk through the common room and into the hallways. We roam the halls for a little bit making small talk or sitting in comfortable silence. We find a comfortable spot in front of a window and we sit down in front if it.

"This was nice" he says and I nod in a agreement. I don't say anything and we sit in silence. The mood changes a little bit and I feel odd. "Y/n.... You know this isn't real right?"

"What?" I ask confused

"You need to forget me" he says staring at me, his eyes watering

"W-what do you mean?" I say panicked

"I'm dead, you need to let me go" he says the tears falling

"What do you mean, you're right in front of me. "

"Y/n....." he says "I love you"

I jolt awake, my face wet with tears.
"Mattheo...." I whisper. I turn towards the clock and check the time, 2am.

I get up out of bed, throw on a hoodie and shoes and leave my apartment. I walk for a little bit roaming the streets and end up at the cemetery. I walk along the graves. Some freshly dug, some old and overgrown. I stop at one.

Mattheo Riddle
1981-1998
Died at the Battle of Hogwarts by his fathers hands. Survived by his girlfriend Y/N Diggory

I stare at his grave, I feel the tears soak my sweatshirt.

"I love you too Mattheo" I say

A/N- HI GUYS ITS BEEN A WHILE. HOW ARE YALL?

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